"displeasures" poems
Rising from the darkness,
the evergreen dilemmatic soul
waking from the displeasures
bound by reluctance.
And slowly it slithers
upon the filth in life
only to fall back
into the reverie.
Disgraced eminence,
of this priceless concoction.
Enigmatical views,
but doomed by nature.
Born to change,
with time , with people.
To stay phlegmatic
as it writes its own destiny.
Dreams of falling into
the lap of luxury
like any ordinary soul.
But with a hint of transgression.
No robotic means,
just emulation.
Pulled by the ties of
prevalence.
Swindler of identity,
benevolent of jauntiness.
Passes through many loops
of croquet.
Yet saves its inscrutable soul
from the disrespectful world.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
i pray in time, friend,
that this you understand,
that it has to be my sweetest displeasure
and yet my most unjust liberty
to tell you that every quiet passing
along a young and hopeful causeway
was almost gladly spent finding,
some how or another . . .
every day new to discover you over and again,
so to drink in with haste the strange august nectar
and draw into my lungs the sovereign aura
that drift from your autumn eyes.
how to hold and to press gently your hands
just a moment more between mine in a way
that kisses with, in consummate balance,
a firm allowance and a free imperative.
how to mold, to sculpt, to shape
my habitual pining over your subtle forms
into an simple, ever green, professant blessing
a splendid, deep down, ours religion.
how to capture your innocent stargaze
in the longing embrace of my own
so that for one moment so perfectly brief
we were one great blossoming cosmos.
how to be one who aligns our beating royal suns
who calms our winters and ignites our summers
who dances and dies in the storms and the fires
that splash from your glimmering eyes.
how to be whom you adore until the requiem day
when our confessional ******* swell and crash in the cascading sand
to the sonorous beat of a final splendid rapturous breathtaking harmonious
Yes.
as fury and ecstasy ripple and bound
in our lush fantastical burial ground.
as our progenies daydream of kingdoms to come
and sing with an amorous hymn on their tongues.
yes, and so it has been now for days and for tides
that my latent creations in whatever measures
those passions, when sparked and then quenched in an instant
are no more or less than my sweetest displeasures.
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
Today, I picked up flowers of life with glee
Tomorrow, the thorns of death shall pick me without any glee
Today I enjoyed the temporary pleasures of the world
Tomorrow, I shall dwell with the displeasures of death
The funeral ahead is declaring ‘O humans of this earth’
‘Follow my lead since I am your guide.’
Jun 11, 2021
Jun 11, 2021 at 1:13 PM UTC
words from a conversation we had days ago echo in my mind turning into a lullaby, softly coaxing my eyelids shut. welcoming deep sleep to my weary heart.
each part of our souls intertwine to create a perfect panoply facilitated by the moon.
you and i under the same sky, all of a sudden the displeasures from the day before slowly melt away into the dark nighttime.
in the syzygy of our cosmic hearts we bask in the ethereal glow encompassed comfortably by the stars and moons.
involved in a state of a constant somnambulism so i never have leave the blissful reality conceived in my subconscious.
dreamers indulgence, walking hand in hand, free and filled with halcyon in the safety of sleep.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
The If's, the But's, the Why's
The Who, the constant sighs,
The mighty, they flourish, you think,
The unwanted, just dither and die.
The popping that leads to forevers,
The chanting, the calling of names,
The longing that heals the displeasures,
The knowing that things stay the same.
The forgotten so eager they were,
Their heads buried in worries so common ,
The gifted, bright, almost shining,
Dwelling on all who have long been forgotten.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
I never understood mathematics;
however I can add your negligence,
multiply my displeasures
to summarize your subtracting feelings, and calculate your ******* behavior.
Let's divide.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 4:17 AM UTC
When they see you as weak
Its only a tweak
to show them my teeth
Hanging on to false impressions
A miniscule measure
to show you my displeasures
Running away from
actuals and true measure
Just to find a way that's better
Apr 4, 2024
Apr 4, 2024 at 8:06 PM UTC
Every once in a while,
Something strange happns.
I dream.
Sometimes, I’m not asleep.
Dreams are everything you want, but just can’t have.
I dream of the past.
I go through old notebooks amd folders, work that has consumed hours of my life.
It reminds me of happier times.
So, I sit on the floor and I dream.
Every once in a while.
I have courage.
I build up the strength to sit and listen as I'm told everything i'm not and everything I could be, or at least could have been.
I build up courage to talk when all my throat and mouth wants me to do is shut up.
Every once in a while,
I can't take any more.
The tears run down my face for reasons unknown to myself and the rest of the world.
I am a shell.
Empty.
Void of anything remotely human.
I put earbuds in to make myself look busy, but no music is playing.
I listen as people around me question me and my existence as I sit and pretend not to hear.
Every once in a while, regaurdless of all the displeasures,
I don't mind and I am happy.
These periods are more brief, so I grasp them tightly as they begin to fade and try to hold on.
On one of these rare occasions, I found love.
and every once in a while,
they tell me they love me.
And from that every once in a while...
I feel Joy.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC